Danny was a little hesitant to leave the comfort of his ship for the party, he'd gotten used to the solitude, the tranquility of constant meditation, and the comfort of not having to wear a lot of clothes. Having a shirt and shoes and pants on right now felt really weird, but he figured he'd get used to it, and anyway there was plenty to keep him occupied mixing drinks for the party. He was having fun with it, actually, and enjoying the conversation. People seemed happy to chat with you when you were providing them with alcohol. Within a few hours Danny had decided that it his mission, his sacred duty as an unofficial third host, to keep everyone with a full drink in their hand.
It was to that end that he approached the empty-handed Wicked after her gentleman caller fled with an uncomfortable expression on his face. Danny watched, bemused, as the guy scurried away. "Well, you sure scared him," he remarked as he approached and turned a smile on her. He recognized her, though it had been quite awhile since they'd first met. "It's- uh-" Her name had been unusual, but he couldn't seem to remember it and eventually he shrugged and covered with, "Hi, I'm Danny. I'm pretty sure I was at your birthday party a few years ago."